In-Between Earth and Sky

Fields of daisies bloom
between forest and highway,
nodding sunny faces,
in the threshold
between earth and sky.

In another in-between
of Labor Day Weekend,
where summer dwindles
and autumn wakes,
I also linger, not quite

healed from airplane flu
and not quite sick enough to
take to my bed. Here in my chair,
where a cool, rainy breeze
stirs the sheers, I linger, dreaming

of one last vacation day,
before the school routine restarts.
I miss my children already,
as they try on cleats,
search for school supplies,

in between infancy and adulthood,
in that long space of mother-hugs,
music-learning, school-diligence
and summer-daydreams.
Every day is a gift.

Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Happy Labor Day to those in the USA! I got back from CA only to suffer from some intestinal bug that hitched a ride. Being sick puts me in an in-between place of time loss and creative gain. I hope you are enjoying a magical weekend wherever you may be, and whatever you are or aren’t celebrating. Thoughts and prayers to those who are homeless, from hurricanes, flooding, unexploded munitions, forest fires or any other reason.

I thought it about time I came by. as I have not been logging into my email alerts recently, so did a major overhaul of visits today.. And I always love your poems.. Have a bright weekend Brenda.. Lots of LOVE.. Sue xx

I turned off all email alerts a long time ago. It became oppressive and overwhelming. Hundreds per day. Who can keep up with that? I’m a big believer in doing the things that bring their own rewards and trying to minimize the things that bring pain or unhappiness. It’s a good rule of thumb for sorting priorities.

Hi Brenda, I hope you are feeling much better this week. And I hope this isn’t my 2nd posting on your blog–I’ve been playing catch up all week. Lovely poem and daisies, in spite of feeling under the weather. Enjoy what the new season brings!

I liked this open expression regretting the end of summer. I totally was sad a couple weeks ago about the grandies going back to school. It means homework and practicing takes priority over parks and playground times. Hugs sent your way, Brenda.
Hope you feel better soon! 🌺 🕊

You’re welcome for this short visit, Brenda. I had those six book reviews this summer which kept me away from visiting too much.
I’m always happy to see all the visitors and lovely friends you have to stay in touch. 😊
Hope you are finished with the bug you got while traveling.

So beautiful… I love how you worked on the transitions here… From vacation to school days & routine, from childhood to adulthood. Plus, the idea of in the threshold, and the word between, which appears a few times too… A good way to conjugate and juxtapose ideas. Great poem,d ear Brenda… Hugs 😉

Absolutely, dear Brenda… When I go through changes, I totally have that feeling… Sometimes it is good, invigorating. Others, when it entails losing someone, it is a sad time… of renewal, nonetheless. xx 😉